At Poetic Asides, we were asked to write from the perspective of another. One was a tea bag steeping in boiling water, but then came this from my pregnancy 23 years ago… Hope you like it! Amy
SINGLE ROOM OCCUPANCY
Safe here and comforted
by a rhythm so steady
Nourished effortlessly
All I need, I have
Voices muffled but familiar
Hearing them more clearly
as the days pass
Hoping to meet them soon
Upside down now, I think
Ready to tackle the tunnel
and emerge gasping
into the light
© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Sharp Little Pencil 
arash
Thanks for the wonderful comments. I really appreciate it. You have a nice blog too. By the way, reading some of your poetry and just looking at this one now, and I was just having tea and thinking to myself, I would be frightened to think how my tea bag is feeling as I dip him/her/it into boiling water. So I added some cool water just to be safe. 🙂
Sharp Little Pencil
Oh, you are a sensitive, new-age kind of poet! I love this response. I admit, I started adding milk to my African Red Bush Tea, which is the teabag that inspired this poem. All I could think of, watching it steep, was blood. GROSS!!! Thanks for your friendship, Arash. You bring much that is special to PA and our lives! Amy